Isn´t it rich, are we a pair Me here at last on the ground You in mid-air Send in the clowns
Isn´t it bliss, don´t you approve One who keeps tearing around One who can´t move Where are the clowns Send in the clowns
Just when I´d stopped opening doors Finally knowing the one that I wanted was yours Making my entrance again with my usual flair Sure of my lines No one is there
Don´t you love farce, Ma falut I fear, I thought that you´d want what I want, Sorry my dear But where are the clowns There ought to be clowns Quick send in the clowns
What a surprise! Who could foresee I´d come to feel about you What you felt about me? Why only now when I see That you´ve drifted away? What a surprise... What a cliche...
Isn´t it rich, isn´t it queer Losing my timing this late in my career And where are the clowns Quick send in the clowns Don´t bother, they´re hereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
